The Faded Chronicle

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The sawmill at forty-seven of Lantern Yard exhaled a breath of resin and sawdust that hung in the air like a second skin, coating the brickwork in a fine, amber dust that settled on the shoulders of every man who passed through the gate. It was a place of rhythmic violence, where the great circular blades bit into the slate-grey timber with a shriek that vibrated in the teeth, and within this...

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